𓊆 𝓢𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𓊇 you? jealous of your “ex-boyfriend” who practically kidnapped you into being his girlfriend again? no way!
𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .ᐟ yandere!billy , toxic relationship dynamic , savior complex!billy , reader develops a form of stockholm syndrome , reader is a bit insecure , bi polar behavior from billy , threats/mentions of harming reader , yelling/screaming , billy has anger issues , manipulation , small “flashbacks” of billy and reader’s relationship in high school , (let me know if i missed anything!!)
꒰ ֶָ ♥︎ : 𝓘𝐋𝐋𝐈'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐙 ⸝⸝ layout creds: @/jacksabbotts ⸝⸝ divider creds: @/cursed-carmine ⸝⸝ i’ve really liked writing yandere!billy recently so…expect more of him :3 ⸝⸝ hoped you like my twist on the prompt as well! ⸝⸝ i recommend reading this first as this fic won’t make that much sense as a standalone! ⸝⸝ want to be tagged whenever i post a new scream fic? click here!
You stare at yourself in the mirror longer than you should—noticing the deep bags beneath your bottom lashes, the redness coloring the whites of your eyes. It was all the result of your short stay with Billy. He was so unpredictable in the small time you’d recently lived with him…just like you remembered. Sometimes it was hours of him keeping you up—doting on you, kissing you one second, begging you for forgiveness—forgiveness he didn’t deserve..
“I’m sorry..I’m so sorry about hurting you, you know I-I wouldn’t have done it if you would’ve just listened to me! I regret it, truly. Dollface, please..”
And then it was yelling. Throwing things around. How could he have once been someone you loved so much?
“Why won’t you speak to me, huh? I fucking saved you that day! A hurt ankle is the least of your issues. Your little prince back there would’ve done worse—I mean what the hells wrong with me!?”
It had been that way for the entire weekend. Back and forth back and forth until he snapped. He was tired of your silence, the non-verbal answers and blank stares you’d give him whenever he’d kiss your cheek or scream at you. Your indifference wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for…and despite himself that made him nervous. He wanted you to at least talk to him..yell at him just the same way he had at you. At least then you’d be giving him a bit of attention…
“C’mon, baby, ‘m waiting outside for you, alright? You have 5 minutes.”
You take a second to register Billy’s voice coming from outside the bathroom door, his loving tone causing a shiver to run up your spine. You let out a soft sigh before flattening out the creases in your dress with your palms, taking one last look at your appearance before stepping out.
He made eye contact with you instantly, ignoring the signs of fatigue on your face that he had clearly caused. Instead, he chose to focus on the way your hair framed your face, how the white, silky fabric of your outfit clung to your figure. His choice, of course. He made it clear what he would do to you if you didn’t listen—you learned that the hard way.
“You look s’pretty…would look even better with a smile, y’know?”
“Be glad I even got up to get ready for you in the first place.”
The small smile that graced his lips flipped the moment those defiant words left your mouth, a deep frown replacing it. For a moment he stayed silent, but then he leaned in—your eyes glued to his every move. Just in case.
“Do you want a matching limp on your other leg? If not, you’ll be smart and shut your mouth when we get there, got it?”
You swallow hard, quietly nodding your head, averting your gaze from his own hardened eyes to the wooden floor. Asshole. That’s what he was. Deep down in your heart you were disgusted by him. Repulsed. Nauseated by the fact that you had once loved him so hard. Billy was the first real love you’d ever really had. High school sweethearts. But it was all cut short when his own ex-girlfriend—Sidney Prescott-messaged you. Revealing what an evil little thing he truly was. A cheat. A liar. It broke your teenage heart—the world was practically ending…but you’d be lying if you said Billy didn’t try to get you back. He was grand with his gestures in his own style of course—flowers in your locker, notes left on your desk in classes you didn’t even have with him. He’d even tried to sneak in through your window, but you wouldn’t have it. You were so vulnerable with him. He was your first everything, and you? You were just another girl to him you supposed.
Boy were you wrong.
“Alright, let’s go.” Billy muttered, slipping on his shoes while you sat on the sofa—now downstairs, fiddling with a pillow in your lap. You’d probably zoned out again, something you found yourself doing a lot of ever since your freedom had been taken from you.
You waited patiently while he grabbed his car keys, the jingle of a keychain against the metal key catching your attention. You’d gotten it for him almost a year ago, a little pink kitty. He caught you staring, smirking to himself when you realized what it was. Everything he did was meticulously thought out, even something as insignificant as a keychain.
Billy knew you. Knew how your sentimental brain worked, and he knew just how much it affected you.
“Baby, ya hear me? Let’s go.” He repeated, watching you slowly walk up to him, paying close attention to the small downturn of your lips. Just the way he liked them. Sad. Pathetic. He liked being your night in shining armor, saving you from the big bad villain—even if the villain was himself.
“Don’t be so sad, hm? When we get there, you can get anything ya want, okay? Don’t look at the price.” He whispered, gently kissing your forehead before leading you out of his house and into his car, his grip on your shoulder firm enough to send a message.
Just because he was being kind didn’t take away from the fact that he was still in charge.
He buckled your seatbelt for you before getting into his own seat, starting up the car, and then beginning to drive away, his house getting smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror..
It’s silent for a few minutes. So quiet you could hear the chatter from people out on the streets , friends and family alike. Laughing and smiling. Something you haven’t done much of lately.
Billy let out a small sigh, watching you from the corner of his eye. “Why do you look like that?”
You turn to face him, a pout flipping your lips without your permission. “Like what?”
“Like a caged bird.”
“I am, am I not?” You blurted out, your brain suddenly on pause.
He exhaled through his nose, his lips pressed tightly together—a moment of silence passing.
“You didn’t act like this in high school, it’s annoying. I want that girl back…she’s the one I loved.”
You were too tired to yell at him. Too irritated to scream at his audacity. You just turned your head to look back out at the window once again, your eyes devoid of any emotion.
His jaw clenched, the grip on his steering wheel growing tighter. “Did you even know much I loved—how much I love you? I’d do anything for you and you treat me like this—“
“You hurt me.” You interrupted, still not sparing him a glance. “You took one of Stu’s trophies. A middle school fucking trophy and slashed my ankle open.”
“That was for your own good!” He screamed at you, almost crashing from the sheer pressure he put on the gas pedal.
For once you finally look up at him, except it isn’t at all the way he wanted you to look at him. It’s full of sadness. Exhaustion. Resignation. And just from that one look he shuts up. Radio silent for the rest of the ride. The calm before a storm.
It wasn’t until you were sitting down across from him inside a restaurant, hands in your lap, eyes on the table—completely zoned out—did he speak.
“You know I didn’t mean to yell earlier, doll..you just—you get me so riled up it’s hard to stop it. You make me like this..”
What a joke.
“Billy—”
“Hey guys, my name’s Myah I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Any drinks I can get you started with?”
You’re cut off by a waitress who’d approached your table, her eyes instantly latching onto Billy—looking him up and down. Like a predator. Like how he looks at you.
He gives you a short glance before opening up the menu, “Red wine’ll be good, thanks”
“A man with taste I see.” She giggled, carefully brushing her fingers over his shoulder. Your heart…lurched. And it confused you. You felt yourself feel warm, your eyes narrowing at the waitress that apparently seemed to love touching up on her customers.
Jealousy? Were you…actually jealous? No, that couldn’t be right. Jealous over Billy Loomis? Had you gone insane?
Green ropes of envy twisted around your stomach and made you sick, choking your appetite right out. What made it worse was Billy noticed—and he loved it.
“I guess so.” He replied, a sly smirk curling the corner of his lips. “And lemonade for her.” He added, sending you a look—one that made sure you knew he knew he remembered your favorite drink.
“No alcohol for the baby?” She teased, jotting down the drinks on her notepad. Billy chuckled like the know it all he was—“No, none.” She returned his smirk with one of her own, chatting up for a minute longer before eventually walking off back into the kitchen.
You stared at Billy. Hard. While he just smiled, licking his lips slowly. Challenging you. Waiting for you to take the bait.
“I want to go home.”
“Yes.” He thought. “Finally”
“Baby, why? We just got here.” He replied, but in all honesty, he couldn’t care less. You were speaking to him, and what was even better—was that you broke because of another woman. Ironic.
“My..my ankle hurts.”
He nodded his head slowly, caressing your hurt ankle beneath the table with the tip of his shoe. “Should I take care of it…?”
You held your tongue, watching him raise a brow. “It just burns, okay? I think I should bandage it better.” Why were you trying so hard? God, why did it matter? You couldn’t explain it.
“Alright…we can go. Just…one thing.”
“…What?”
“Let me carry you.”
You pause, eyes widening ever so slightly. “I still have one good foot, y’know?—”
“Well then, I guess you must not hurt that badly—”
“Fine.”
Billy smiled at you, wordlessly walking over to you. Waiting for your arms to reach out to him….and they did. Hesitantly, but they reached out for him—and that’s all he really cared for anyway. He picked you up with ease, carrying you like his little bride all the way back to the car—not bothering to make both your disappearances known. He took you all the way back to the car. All the way inside his home until you were lying flat on his bed while he stood at the edge. His hands wrapped around your good foot—gently massaging the soles of your feet.
“Wanna tell me the real reason you wanted to leave, hm?”
“I-“
He pressed his thumb deep into your heel, raising a brow. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I just think…” Fuck, what do you think? “I dunno, I just don’t think restaurant employees should be so touchy. It’s…unnecessary..and possibly unsanitary!”
“You know I’d never look at anyone else except you, right? If I knew you were so insecure I would’ve fucked it right out of you.” He replied. Calm. Casual.
“Don’t talk like that.”
He let go of your foot carefully, slowly moving onto the bed and top of you, the bed creaking beneath your shared weight. He looked down at you, smiling. “There she is. The little prude I love…” he whispered. “I miss you when you’re like this—when you love me..when you just let me be your boyfriend..”
You don’t get a chance to speak while he rambles on, whispering in your ear. “I don’t mean to be loud y’know that..we could just be like this. Always. Like we used to be…”
He pressed his lips into the juncture of your neck, burying his face into your skin. His hand wandered up and down your waist, tickling you. It was too much all at once—a rare moment with Billy where he finally allowed himself to be soft. And for once you didn’t resist it—no matter how badly you screamed at yourself to turn away.
virgin ethan being in his first relationship with you and being so inexperienced. before you he had never even held hands romantically before. when you kissed him for the first time he almost came in his pants. he’s so easily worked up and so sensitive, and you’re constantly finding new ways to take advantage of that.
the two of you were sitting in his bed, watching some obscure horror movie on his laptop, when you started to get bored. he was entirely engrossed in the movie, but you were just sitting there and staring at him, dirty thoughts taking over your mind.
you adjusted your position and inched your way closer, leaning against him. your mouth soon found his neck, pressing light teasing kisses all over the sensitive skin. you smirked to yourself when you felt him tense up beneath you.
“w-what are you doing?” ethan asked, his voice quivering.
“nothing,” you replied, continuing to kiss his neck.
wanting to test the waters, you lightly bit down on his neck, causing the most erotic noise he had ever made to fall from his lips. you stretched a leg over his lap, moving to straddle him so you could get a better angle.
with the movie now long forgotten, you leaned in to kiss him. nothing you hadn’t done with him before, but soon it became more desperate. hungry. ethan felt his cock twitch as the kiss continued, your hands burying themselves in his hair and pulling him closer.
you tugged lightly, making him whimper beneath you. you knew right then and there that you would do absolutely anything to get him to make that sound again. you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip, slipping it inside his mouth once he parted his lips, deepening the kiss.
your hips started to subtly grind down against his, and you were now aware of the very prominent bulge in ethan’s sweatpants. he whimpered once more, his voice breaking slightly, and he moved his hands to grip your hips, holding you in place as he began to thrust up against you.
you pulled away from the kiss, desperately gasping for air, and you smirked at the sight below you. ethan’s eyes were shut tightly, his head tilted back and his lips parted, small grunts and whimpers falling from his mouth. he didn’t even seem fully aware that he was practically humping you from below, holding you in place as his hips moved desperately against you.
only when a loud moan slipped from his mouth and he threw his head back in ecstasy, spilling his load into his boxers, did he realize what had happened. his face instantly flushed red as he looked up at you nervously, almost like he was scared that he was about to get scolded.
“i- im sorry! i- i didn’t mean to-” he blurted out, seeming both very nervous and utterly embarrassed.
“shh…” you said softly, running your fingers through his hair comfortingly. “don’t apologize, my sweet boy. you did nothing wrong.”
“but i- i-”
you nodded, still smiling sweetly. “i know, baby. you came in your pants. it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
you leaned closer to whisper in his ear, “in fact, i found it insanely hot.”
this was supposed to be a blurb but i got carried away, oops -_-
tags: @wenvierismycomfort @hyeyulove
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I love ur writing sm. Could you please write a Billy or Stu fic? Thank u sm!
PUSH AND PULL, BABY! ⋆ ˚｡ ୨୧ stu macher
⠀⠀⠀ ︵ requested 𓈒 𓄧
⋆ ★ ex lovers rekindle their (constantly flickering) flame after stu is pushed towards confronting you upon seeing you with someone new.
cw ᝰ .ᐟ sfw ,, jealous!stu ,, ghostface!stu and billy ,, stu is intoxicated ,, several mentions of alc
PURPOSELY LOWERCASE 🎧 &&. written on iphone sorry if funky format =)
in the dimly lit, smoke-filled living room, the atmosphere was electric with the energy of dozens of young, carefree souls lost in the throes of music and alcohol. the air hung heavy with the mingled scents of perfume, sweat and the tang of burning cigarettes. bodies swayed to the beat pulsing from the speakers, a mass of limbs and laughter in the flickering glow of the disco ball spinning lazily overhead.
the house was a sprawling two-story affair, its once-pristine walls now adorned with band posters, graffiti art, and the occasional drunken scrawl. the hardwood floors, long since stripped of their varnish, creaked and groaned beneath the weight of the revelers. the kitchen counters were littered with the night's worth of drinking - empty bottles, overflowing ashtrays, and the remnants of half-eaten snacks scattered across.
cordless lights strung haphazardly from the corners of the house and the still of the windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the scene below. the light played across the faces of the dancers; painting them in shades of blue, green and purple, their eyes reflecting the pulsing glow as they moved in time to the music. the air was thick with the acrid tang of marijuana that clung stubbornly to the life within the home.
groups huddled together, engaged in loud conversations. the distant sound of laughter and the occasional shout of drunken revelry; coming from two boys in particular.
stu, his eyes glazed and twitchy from god knows what, sidled up to billy amidst the writhing throng of bodies, pressing up (in billy’s opinion) way closer than he needed to be. he leaned in close, invading his personal space as macher tends to do, shouting over the cacophony of the party to be heard.
his eyes, bloodshot and manic in the disco lights, flicked over to billy with a drunken, lopsided grin. he had to grab billys shoulder to steady himself.
macher grinned maniacally, his eyes darting. "dude!" he hollered, slapping billy hard on the back, nearly knocking the shorter boy off balance. "this parties a fucking BLASTTTTTT! i fuckin' just- i fucking love these things, ya know?!" he gestured vaguely at the gyrating crowd, nearly tripping over his words.
billy scowled, stepping away from stu’s proximity. "jesus, macher. could you not breathe down my neck? and watch the fuckin' hands." he glared at stu’s grinning face.
stu giggled, a high pitched noise that cut through the thumping bass. “my bad, bro.” his grin doesn’t falter, if anything it seems to widen, hardly a trace of a thought behind his eyes. he held up his hands in mock surrender, still grinning like an idiot. "im just tryin' to spread the love, ya know?"
billy rolled his eyes, "more like spread the creep, you fuckin' weirdo." he shook his head in exasperation.
stu laughed, a high-pitched, almost hysterical sound. "creep? man, im just a lover, not a fighter." he punctuated his words with a clumsy, off-beat dance move, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. when he caught himself, he wound up swaying around in one place, his eyes stuck on the floor.
he seemed out of it all of a sudden, like he was reminded of something. “im a lover, bro.” his eyes stayed stuck on the floor for a while, dissociated in place.
billy eyed him in suspicion. "you dumbass." he crossed his arms. "what's the deal with you tonight, stu? you snort a whole fuckin' bag of crazy or somethin'?"
stu giggled again, a bit too loudly and with an edge that was almost unsettling. "nah man, just the usual shit. ya know, same as always." he waved a hand dismissively, but his grin was starting to look more like a grimace.
he was trying too hard, billy could tell. stu was always a bit of a wild card, sure, but this was different. he was acting even more erratically than usual, his eyes too wide and his laughter too high-pitched. billy had known stu for long enough to recognize the signs of something being off.
he was trying to distract himself, that much was clear. but from what? loomis’ brow furrowed as he studied his friend's stretched smile.
he was trying to act casual, but his body was coiled tight, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"you're being a fuckin' weirdo. more than normal. somethin's up with you." billy's voice was low and serious, his eyes narrowing as he studied stu's twitching face. he followed the way stu's gaze kept flicking to the doorway, to the spot where his (freshly) ex - y/n - had been standing by with a guy.
stu licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. he needed to change the subject. fast. "who, me? man, im just fuckin' lit, ya know?" he forced out another giggle, but it sounded hollow and false even to his own ears.
he was trying to ignore the way his heart was pounding in his chest, the way his skin felt too tight and too hot. he was trying to ignore the way his mind kept flashing back to the sight of you, all over that fuckin' prick's arm. that fuckin' prick who wasn't him. thatstupidfuckingprickwhothefuckevenisthisfuckingguywhyshisfacelooksofuckingstupidijustwanttofuckingkillhimwhatkindofoutfitevenisthat
stu could feel a pressure building in his chest, a tightness that had nothing to do with the beer he'd guzzled or the joints he'd smoked (or the things he’d snorted). it was a different kind of tightness. a squeezing, churning sensation that made it hard to breathe. he pressed a hand to his sternum, trying to will the feeling away, but it only seemed to intensify.
his hand clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white as he pressed it harder against his chest. the pressure inside him was building to a crescendo. he could physically feel it pulsing through his veins, setting his nerve endings alight with a unstable energy.
"fuck, i can't stand seeing them together." stu’s voice was low and guttural, barely audible over the pounding bass. he completely seemed to forget about the fact that he was meant to be covering his jealousy in front of his friend. "it makes me wanna...fuck. I dunno what i wanna do to him exactly, but it's definitely bad." he laughed, but it was a harsh, bitter sound that had no joy in it whatsoever.
“i just wanna- i just wanna kill him. billy, let’s fucking kill him. should- should i talk to them? i should talk to them. i should go over there. billy, i gotta get over there.”
“take it easy, man, that’s a terrible idea, y’gotta chill the hell out first.”
he watched them from across the room, watched as you threw your head back and laughed at something your new boy toy had said. watched as you touched his arm, your fingers lingering on his bicep in a way that made stu's blood boil in his veins. he watched as you leaned in close, your faces inches apart as you whispered and flirted with each other.
it was too much. it was more than he could take. stu felt like he was going to explode, like he was going to tear apart at the seams from the force of his own rage and anguish. he couldn't stand it anymore. he couldn't watch you together, couldn't see you touching someone else, couldn't bear the thought of you smiling at anyone but him.
“fuck it,”
without thinking, stu pushed his way through the crowd, his eyes laser-focused on the ‘couple’ across the room. he marched up to you, his steps heavy , the manic and unstable ear to ear grin that had always lingered on his face returned.
stu sidled up to you, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light, smile eerie as ever. "hey there, lovebirds," he drawled, his voice dripping with false cheer. "having fun, are ya?"
he looked the guy dead in the eye, his gaze intense and unblinking. "i gotta say, man, it's pretty fuckin' ballsy of you to be all over my partner like this." stu’s voice took on a mocking, incredulous tone.
behind stu, billy rolled his eyes and sighed, shaking his head at his friend's reckless behavior. he knew stu was just trying to cover his jealousy with his typical macho bullshit, but he couldn't understand why he had to be so fuckin' obvious about it.
stu watched with a sense of grim satisfaction as the other guys face paled, realization dawning in his eyes. "what the fuck?" he sputtered, taking a step back from you. "you didn't mention anything about having a fucking boyfriend."
stu smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he loomed over the shorter man. "oh, didn't tell you that little detail, huh?" he snorted, making sure to speak louder than you were trying to, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
“fuck this, and fuck you too."
with that, he turned on his heel and stormed off, shouldering his way through the crowd and disappearing into the night. stu watched him go, a laugh bubbling up from his chest as the realization that his plan had worked sank in.
and just like that, it was just the two of you, standing in the middle of the writhing mass of partygoers. the air between you was thick with tension, the silence stretching out for a long drawn-out moment as you stared each other down.
stu's grin softened, taking on a more genuine, almost tender quality as he looked at your beautiful, angry face. "guess it's just you and me now, babe," he said softly, "just like old times, huh? fuck that guy." he had no guilt or remorse displayed as he spoke.
he reeled back slightly, his grin turning impish as he took in the exasperated expression on your face. "what, you're not happy to see me?" he clutched at his chest in mock distress, his eyes wide and wounded. "im hurt, y/n. i thought we had something special, you and me."
despite your annoyance, you could feel a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. stu's playfulness was infectious. you shook your head, trying to maintain your irritation even as his grin threatened to chip away at it.
"you're such a fuckin' idiot," you muttered, "i can't believe you just did that. what if i really liked that guy?”
stu's eyes lit up with a eager gleam as your words sank in. "wait, so you didn't like that asshole?" he grinned widely, his face splitting into a triumphant, feral smile. "i knew it."
he stepped even closer, backing you up against the nearby wall and trapping you there with his body. his hands came up to rest on either side of your head, caging you in as he leaned down to murmur in your ear.
"tell me you don't still think of me. tell me you don't miss the way i make you feel. you know nobody can love you as good as i can, baby." his voice was low and intense, breath hot against your skin.
you could feel a shiver running down your spine at the proximity from the heat of his body being so close to yours. his eyes were dark and intense, boring into your own with an almost hypnotic force. you swallowed hard, heart starting to race in your chest.
"stu..." you breathed, voice barely above a whisper. "we can't...i mean, we're not...you can't just..." but even as you protested, you could feel your resolve starting to crumble, the old feelings rising up to the surface like a tidal wave threatening to drown you at his intrusion of space.
his grin turned wolfish, eyes glinting with a predatory light as he watched you struggle to find the words.
"c'mon, baby," he purred, his voice a low, silky rumble. "use your words."
one of his hands came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her bottom lip. "tell me you don't want me to kiss you right now."
his other hand drifted down to your waist, pressing his body closer to yours and causing you to feel the cool hard wall behind you.
his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your head back, making you look up at the whopping 6’3 man.
stu's grin turned absolutely wicked as your breathless words reached his ears. "kiss me.”
“i thought youd never ask, babe.”
and with that, he closed the distance between you, capturing your mouth in a searing, hungry kiss. it was a kiss that spoke of pent-up longing and aching need.
his lips moved demandingly against yours. one hand fisted in your hair, holding you in place, while the other slid down to grip your hip, pulling you impossibly closer.
he kissed you like a man starved, like a man who had been wandering in the desert for fifty years and had finally found water.
he kissed you like he never wanted to let you go, like he wanted to devour you whole and make you a part of him forever.
after a long, heated moment, stu finally pulled back, a smug grin spreading across his face as he took in your kiss-swollen lips and dazed expression. "fuck, i missed that," he murmured, "i missed you."
you blinked up at him, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. you couldn't help but grin back. "youre still a fuckin' idiot. i can't believe i fell for that. again. this is seriously the third time youve pulled this exact stunt with different guys."
stu just laughed, a sound that seemed to rumble through his chest. "aw, but you love it, baby." he leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours as he murmured, "don’t you?" his eyes had a sort of soft look in them, like he was looking for your approval. like he’d resemble a kicked puppy if you told him otherwise.
you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't suppress the giggle that bubbled up in your throat. "youre impossible," you said, shaking your head in exasperation. "seriously, who teaches you your moves? some shitty rom-com?"
"nah, im a natural born lover, baby. its all me." stu's grin was positively sinful, his eyes sparkling with mischief and amusement.
his grin softened into a more genuine smile as he gazed down at you, his eyes searching yours with a newfound sincerity. "y’know, i’been thinkin'..." he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. "what the hell were we thinkin' when we broke up in the first place, huh?"
you giggled, shaking your head as you leaned back against the wall, your eyes sparkling with a hint of nostalgia. "i don't even remember anymore," you admitted, your smile turning a bit wistful. "does it really matter?"
stu's grin widened, his eyes glinting with a playful, mischievous light. "nah, i guess it doesn't," he agreed, his voice taking on a teasing lilt.
he leaned in closer. "soo.. you wanna get back together?"
and then you smiled. a slow, soft smile that lit up your whole face. "yeah," you whispered, voice barely audible over the pounding music. "i do."
stu's face split into a wide, joyful grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughed softly. "hell yeah, baby," he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss. "welcome back."
` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : HI ANON thank you sm for the compliment btw ^_^ ill probably get a billy fic pumped out soon i just gotta think of a plot or smth . i feel like this was short idk :? im sorry
warnings: consensual somnophilia, unprotected sex, afab!reader with no pronouns
stu can barely remember your middle name but he knows just the right way to turn your doorknob so that it doesn’t squeak.
he forgets your favorite color but knows that you always sleep on your stomach, ass in the air, shorts bunched up and leaving nothing to the imagination.
he can’t remember to bring a condom, but he remembers the flustered look on your face when you asked him to do this like it was yesterday.
well, that’s because it was yesterday. but whatever.
he creeps into your bedroom, shoes toed off so that his footsteps are quiet, goes over to your bed, and climbs on top of you, melting into your warmth.
you make a soft noise in your sleep, your body aware of his presence even if your mind is lost in a dream, probably about him.
he grabs your ass with one hand, squeezing and watching his fingers leave little imprints on your skin, before yanking your shorts down easily.
he slips a finger inside of you, finding you somewhat wet and wanting — you’d masturbated before bed, preparing yourself for him. you’d gone to sleep needy, desperate…just how he likes you.
he grins, murmuring something to himself about what a slut you are, before licking your taste off of his own finger.
he tugs his sweatpants down and lines his cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside, filling you up.
your body stirs, the sensation pulling you from sleep. you blink in the darkness, the only light in the room spilling in through the windows, the moon glowing outside. you peek back through bleary, tired eyes, and see him buried in your pussy, biting his lip to keep his moans quiet.
he sees you and, knowing that you’re awake now, he goes harder. he grips your hips and fucks you, soft moans escaping him.
you whine, the pleasure hitting you all at once — waking up like this isn’t so bad, but it certainly overwhelms your senses. one second, you’re asleep, the next, you’re being used like a toy for your boyfriend’s pleasure…and it’s hot.
“gonna cum,” he whispers.
you nod, gripping your pillow tightly.
it doesn’t take long for him to do so, inside of you. you roll over onto your back, and he flops down beside you, smiling.
“you’re lucky i’m on the pill, dumbass.”
he shrugs. “i forgot! your little fantasy got me so worked up, i couldn’t think straight…”
you chuckle, shaking your head fondly. “stay?”
he nods, cuddling up to you, and it isn’t long until you fall asleep again, this time snuggled in his arms.
can you do a blurb about jock/fuckboy amber driving you home after a party?
YOU were already quite tipsy, chatting and laughing with your group of friends. not long after, the alcohol had numbed your senses to the point where you didn't notice the drunken guy who was standing right in front of you, clearly trying to flirt. you just stared at him with your blurry vision and a silly smile, nodding your head as he spoke to you.
suddenly, he took a step forward, clearly attempting to kiss you. to your luck, you felt someone grip your arm tightly and swiftly pull you away from him. "we're leaving, i’m driving you home." was all you heard before being dragged out of the house and placed inside a black 2023 ford mustang.
amber had been observing the entire interaction from afar. she was seating between two girls from the cheerleading team, her arm draped around their shoulders. but despite their evident interest in her, she couldn't help but fixate on you and scrutinize your every move.
"i don’t like it when you talk to other guys," she said nonchalantly, her gaze fixed on the road.
"yeah right," you chuckled, “you're such a great role model yourself, amber. i mean, you practically had the entire cheerleading team lining up for you today," you retorted sarcastically.
as soon as those words left your mouth, she abruptly pulled over on the street, swiftly maneuvering the steering wheel. she leaned closer to you, forcefully gripping your chin with her right hand, turning your gaze towards her as her left hand rested provocatively on your upper thigh.
"let me make one thing clear, okay?" her hazel eyes gazed deeply into yours. "no matter who the fuck you see me with, where you see me at, or what the hell i feel like doing, you are mine and mine alone," she declared as she chewed on her words, her liquored-minty breath brushing against your face. her hand moved from your chin to your cheek, gently caressing your lower lip with her thumb, exerting a slow and intense pressure. she stared at it with desire before returning her hand to its original position, turning your face to the right. she brought her lips closer to your neck, her cold breath contrasting with your warm skin, and proceeded to deliver slow, wet kisses to it. "do you understand me, baby?" she asked with a low voice, continuing to shower your neck with kisses.
"y-yes," you grunted in a whisper, trembling under her mouth. "i understand," you said desperately, now focusing on amber's hand resting on your thigh.
"good," she said, abruptly moving away from you. she used the hand that had been resting on your thigh to open the car door, which snapped you out of your daze with a groaning moan, making you realize that you were already parked in front of your house.
"be ready for tomorrow. i'll pick you up at 7:45 am sharp for school," she declared, leaving you with no room for negotiation. she planted a loose, wet kiss on your lips before commanding you to exit her car with an unwavering gaze. with a lingering look, you walked towards the front door, the remnants of tipsiness now completely gone.
once you stepped inside your house, amber drove away, leaving you to your own thoughts.
can you do Ethan Landry and reader where Ethan’s insecure about his size? But in reality it’s actually pretty big?? Love ur work btw 💗
"look, it's fine. i don't want to pressure you into anything. if you're not ready now, i can wait. it's entirely up to you, okay baby?" you said, placing your hand against ethan's face comfortingly.
he smiled and leaned into your touch. "it's not that. i just- i don't want to disappoint you."
you tilted your head in confusion. "what are you talking about, baby? you could never disappoint me."
ethan's face flushed red and he looked away, inadvertently pulling away from your touch. "i- i know you've been with other people before, and i guess i'm just worried about how i'll- you know, compare?"
you smiled softly, reaching out to turn his head back towards you. "you don't have to worry about any of that. i know you're not very experienced, i'm not expecting you to know what you're doing."
he shook his head, blushing even harder. "no, it's not that. it's just that i'm- uh, small."
"oh. ohhhh," you said, finally understanding what he meant. "well, even if that's the case, i don't mind. i want to be with you, i don't care about your size."
"are you sure?"
you nodded, placing your hand on top of his. "i'm sure. it's fine baby, i promise."
he sighed, biting his lip nervously. "alright, fine. i'll show you. just please promise that you won't make fun of it."
"i promise, baby."
ethan lifted his hips slightly, and slowly slid down his sweatpants and boxers, revealing himself to you. your eyes widened when you finally saw him, he was only half hard and he was still the biggest you had ever seen.
"holy shit, ethan," you said, feeling your mouth water slightly.
he closed his eyes tightly and turned his head away in embarrassment. "i- i know it's not much but-"
"are you fucking kidding me, baby? you're delusional. i've never been with someone this big before, i'm not even sure you'll be able to fit in me."
"wh-what?" ethan asked, taken aback by your words.
virgin ethan getting head for the first time... thot hrs
ethan's hands gripped the sheets on his bed tightly, using every last bit of resolve he had to not buck his hips up, forcing his cock further into your warm, wet mouth. he was a mess, whining and whimpering, hair sticking to his forehead from sweat and a bit of drool falling from his lips.
you thought he looked so beautiful like this, falling apart from your touch as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, slurping obscenely as spit and precum dripped down your chin. you brought your mouth back up, swirling your tongue around his leaking tip, causing him to let out a high pitched moan, the sensations starting to get too much for him.
"oh fuck- fuck! i- i'm gonna cum! fuck..." ethan whimpered as you sped up your movements, using your hand to stimulate what you couldn't fit in your mouth.
you looked up at him through your eyelashes, and ethan was done for. the sight of you on your knees in front of him was the hottest thing he had even seen, and he lost the ability to control himself. he thrusted his hips up, pushing his cock down your throat and causing you to gag.
his eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to apologize when you cut him off by moaning around his cock. reaching up to him, you grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of your head. it took ethan a few seconds to understand what you were doing, but once it clicked, he tightened his grip on your hair and started to desperately fuck your throat.
with another loud whimper falling from his mouth, ethan finished, his cum painting the back of your throat. you swallowed around him, eliciting another whimper from your fucked out boyfriend, before you pulled off and smiled up at him, licking your lips clean.
